He could feel the church vibrating in its aftermath, the faint din of screams and shouts outside seeping in through the shuttered doors. He took a deep breath and stared about the vestibule. It made him sick to his stomach. This used to be his home, the place for years in which he’d slept and ea...
Skeletal hands held him, blocking the way like entangled tree limbs in a tar pit, fingers drilling deeply into his flesh, bone touching bone, keeping him immobile as the wicked play commenced on the shore. The Jake-demon backed away from Kristin, gripping his swollen black staff, squeezing it tig...